You know those times when you just don't have the words to say what you want to say,
and then there is that epiphany moment when you realize you've already said what you needed to say.
So for most of my readers, you can just ignore this.
But this is what I need to do right now, so that's all I can say.
And really, really maybe I'm just weak, maybe I'm just weak,
but it's the holidays and you think about people you care around those holidays.
So I am strong, because if you do this -- it'll take all I can do not to answer the phone.
And really, really maybe I'm just weak, maybe I'm just weak,
but it's the holidays and you think about people you care around those holidays.
So I am strong, because if you do this -- it'll take all I can do not to answer the phone.
Also, it's past 1am and so this is what happens late at night.
So here is a post from June -- some time long ago to June, and it's the only thing I can think of right now.
To You,
Do you miss this face?
Do you miss that smile?
Do you miss me?
Because I miss you.
I miss you when something really awesome happens - because you're the one I want to tell.
I miss you when I can't figure something out - because you're the one who made it all seem so simple.
I miss you when I laugh - because I want to tell you about how silly things are and hear you laugh too.
I miss you when I cry - because you always asked if I was okay.
I miss you when I type - because typing dots is impossibly hard to avoid.
And even though inside I know you can't,
I'd like to think we can.
So, go get your phone.
It's probably sitting next to you, or in your left pocket, where ever it is
pull it out of the cover - unlock it.
Put in the iPhone pattern code, that somehow your incredible mind understands.
Open the contacts, look up my name,
call me up.
I won't pick it up,
but leave me a voicemail.
Tell me you miss me too?
Tell me how your doing.
Stop hiding things from me, because I'm smarter than that,
and just be open and honest with me again, okay?
Stop hiding things from me, because I'm smarter than that,
and just be open and honest with me again, okay?
I honestly do miss you, not just talking to you, but you, you in my life.
I realize this is hard, it's hard for me too.
But,
as your best friend - I just wanna see how you're doing.
If you can't or won't or don't do that either,
I will understand. I will.
And I'll keep smiling and be glad for all the times we had together anyways.
Thanks for all the good times -- just in case I don't get to say it again.
.....and cue response.
And that's really all I need to say,
but I'm not sure if you should -
but I guess I'll just leave that up to you this time.
You know me well, better than I know myself sometimes.
Goodnight blogging world.
--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.
I totally remember that post. love it.